Oh Lord, Help Me Keep My Panties on - By Lynda Burton Page 0,23

became flushed. “Was it really Jordan? My Jordan?” I said out loud. I guess he could sense the tension in the air and asked, “Was it a good time to talk?” “Hold on,” I replied and got up and closed the door to my office. “Yeah, we can talk; I just needed a moment,” I replied. “What did I do to deserve the phone call?” I asked. “Well . . .” He mentioned that his dance company would be in town for a one week engagement and asked if I would come to one of his shows. “I’ll be on tour in Europe on your birthday in May, and this would be the only time I have to see you. Besides it would be like a pre birthday gift from me,” he said. I accepted his invitation and got the directions to the theater.

I was nervous and had a hard time concentrating the rest of the week. Finally, Friday night arrived. I was wearing a tight, low cut, sexy black dress, come-fuck-me pumps on and headed to Jordan’s show. The show was great and his performance spectacular, just like I remembered. After the show, I stood outside nervously pacing by the stage door waiting for him to come out. I guess you could say it was deja vu all over again. Jordan approached me from behind, grabbed my waist, and spun me around. “Damn . . . Haley, you look great! I miss the hell out of you!” Then kissed me on the lips and held me tight. We talked and held hands as we walked to my car. He suggested eating a light dinner downtown so off we went. We found a little Indian restaurant in the village and had a romantic meal. After dinner, Jordan suggested we go back to his house for a night cap. I was a little apprehensive at first, but willing to take a chance. As I entered the apartment, Jordan beckoned for me to go to his room and to get comfortable. I walked down the hall and stopped at the door before entering. I took a deep breath and entered the room. Everything was just like I remembered. Jordan walked in behind me holding a bottle of red wine and gestured for me to sit on the bed. I slipped off my shoes and sat on the side of the bed while Jordan poured the wine. It was uncomfortable and awkward at first, but we warmed up to each other eventually. We laughed and talked about the good times we shared. When we finished the bottle, I was woozy but ready to go, but Jordan insisted that I was in no condition to drive, and I didn’t argue. I stood up and slipped my dress off. Jordan stood up, walked over to me, and kissed me all over my body. I started unbuttoning his shirt and pants as he unsnapped my bra. He kissed my hand and led me to the bathroom.

We stood in the bathroom and held each other tight. Jordan reached over, turned on the water, and pulled me into the shower with him. We began to kiss as we washed each other’s bodies. We stepped out of the shower and without drying off Jordan picked me up and carried me back to his room. He gently placed me on the bed and began kissing me all over my body. Jordan sucked and nibbled at my neck, arms, and stomach. He parted my legs, placed my legs over his shoulder, and pushed his penis deep inside me until I screamed with passion. I wanted to return the favor and make him feel as good as I did so I rolled Jordan over on his back. I kissed, licked, and sucked him from head to toe. When he was at his hardest, I placed my mouth around his erect penis and began to suck wildly. When he was about to reach his climax, I pulled his throbbing penis out of my mouth and gently rolled on a condom. We made love in every imaginable position and utilized every inch of his room. We went from the bed; to the chair then the dresser, from laying down to standing up and the last position I can remember I was upside down! It was much more intense than our first encounter. Oh, it was a freaky fuck fest that night! We woke up early the next morning and started again! Damn . .